The other day I was struck by the thought of being illiterate. Claire and I were trying to determine which McDonald's door to enter and all of a sudden I realized that I was basically illiterate. I can not read the most basic Czech sentence and I have no idea what what labels on cereal boxes mean or anything. How do people live like this?! Illiteracy is not only frustrating, it is depressing. The ability to read is not something just picked up in grade school, it is the gift of understanding and communicating. And now I am left to figure out what I am going to do about it.
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I definitely had bed bugs. When Kirby and I first moved into the temporary apartment, I discovered these red, itchy bumps on my hands and wrists. I thought maybe the random gnats were biting me, but was curious why Kirby was not feasted upon. I washed my sweatshirt the next chance I got and that seemed to do the trick. While Claire was here, she mentioned that she thought she had a bed bug back in Florence, because she keeps getting random bites on her hands...just like mine. After some googling, we determined that we must have picked them up in London or Italy or somewhere along the way. Don't worry, they are long gone now (at least I haven't had anymore bites since I did my first load of laundry a few weeks back).
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